I had a very vivid Harry Potter dream (because I forgot my medication) that involved these dead Gollum sort of creatures that, at one point, were attacking. So I blinded one. So what he did, narrating this action the entire time, was pull away his skin and dig into his skull, I guess to find his eyes or something. He ripped out chunks of brain until he died. Died as in, stopped moving died.

I turned in this thing to a poetry contest but there was no one there and today was the last day so I slid it in under the door with a note on the envelope saying "It's still February 1st here!"

Your art does not suck -- I loved the drawings you posted yesterday (I was having a buy day and didn't get time to comment, and today, when I have nothing to do, they're not there any more). You are extremely talented and I loved your stuff. I still have the birthday present you drew for me years and years ago. It makes me smile every time.

Okay, yeah, I had a brief depressive tantrum and made the post private. But now I feel sort of dumb for that, so I put it back. :( But thank you for saying this, it seriously makes me feel so much better. I'm incredibly glad to hear that you liked them.

I still have the birthday present you drew for me years and years ago. It makes me smile every time.

Okay, and this makes me smile back, because seriously... awwww. I don't even know what to say.